Aaron
West screams for us. I run outside and see her getting pulled into the mud, with a glint of craze in her eye. She was scared. I run over, screaming her name, and try to yank her free. The others try with me too. I can't loose her. Not like Nat. No.
We yank her free and run into the safehouse. We put her down and she starts to sob into her knees. She was traumatized. I rub her back and try to coax her into reality when the hands come back. We shut the door tight and wait for them to go away.
I hug her and she stretches her arms around me. I feel security and she probably does too. I pat her back and draw back. She calms down and takes a nap. I stroke her hair and watch her sleep. She seems calm. All the crazy flooded from her body. We all take a nap too. I sleep near her.
West
When I wake, I feel secure. I see everyone but Aaron asleep. He looks teird.
"Hey." I whisper, drowsy.
He crawls over to me and brushes my hair back.
"You should sleep more." He says quietly. I shake my head.
"I don't think I can. I'll keep watch. Rest." I suggest, holding his cheek in my palm, running my thumb across his jawline with my thin fingers.
He nods, unsure, and hands me the gun. He gets in a comfy spot and drifts off to sleep. I watch everyone sleep. This is slightly boring but I'll survive. A zombie creaks open the door and I shoot it. I rush to the door to close it. Before I do, I see alot more coming.
The others rouse lazily.
"What happened?" Asks Hunter with a slight edge of alarm in his voice.
"Zombies. Coming... Here." I take some wood and nail it to the door. They get up and get their guns. I peek out a small dime-sized peep hole window. They where coming. "They're armed."
"What?!" Ian looks in the one next to me. The heat floods from his body as he sees them come. "We have to go. Out of here."
He gets the razor and before he cuts in a back door, I say, "Stop." He turns. "If we step out they'll shoot. Then we're dead."
His arms drop at his sides. He claims, "What's your plan then."
I smile, "Oh, let's just say, we'll have to give this dome a double layer."
"That's a waste-" I cut Ian off.
"Do you want to die? Do it." I growl. We all get to work. By the time they get to us, we have enhanced the dome so there are two layers, and only three windows this time. Small ones.
"Let's do this." I say, lifting my gun.
YOU ARE READING
Trouble Makers
ActionI wrote this story when I was in elementary school. I won't be taking it down because it took me a lot of time and effort to write and it was the beginning of making long stories for me. It is *heavily* inspired by Maximum Ride by James Patterson.
